Page 47 of Knot a Bad Idea

I’m just taking care of her from afar.

Her bank accounts will always be full, and she’ll never want for anything.

Coward, a tiny voice in my head says, repeating the word Liam used.

But I’m doing the right fucking thing, even if Hunter and Liam don’t agree with me.

I know how to keep her comfortable and make sure she never needs to worry about money again.

Hunter and Liam will eventually forgive me for this.

Eventually, they’ll understand.

The week goesby in a blur.

Our next event with April isn’t for another few days, and I’ve probably slept a total of four hours the entire week.

My packmates don’t bother to talk to me.

And that’s fucking fine.

There is a problem, though.

I can’t seem to stop the tremor in my hands, the one that Liam occasionally gets.

I don’t remember the last time I’ve eaten.

Something is wrong with me.

“Why are you like this, Donovan? What’s wrong with you?”

April’s voice is in my head, taunting me as I drive out of Stone County.

“I don’t know,” I say aloud, realizing too late that I’m talking to myself.

“Only one more week until you see me again.”

She’s never said that to me before, but it sounds crystal clear in my head.

I really need to fucking sleep.

Driving the five hours to the correctional facility isn’t a good idea, but here I am doing it.

As long as I don’t crash, it’ll be fine.

But if I die in a fiery wreck, then Liam and Hunter can have a new pack leader.

“Your self loathing is exhausting, Donovan.”

Her voice, low and taunting, makes my cock twitch in my pants.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” I breathe, turning onto the bumpy dirt road that leads to the concrete building.

“Will this make you feel better?”

I could swear she’s sitting next to me in the passenger seat, asking me the question.

“Not sure,” I quip as the gates lift for me to enter. “But it might.”